I can't stop eating!

Back to the keyboard I sit, hoping something witty and wise flows from my fingers. Nothing of the like has been brewing in the noggin lately.

In fact, the most mind-punishing thing I have been contemplating as of late is what to have my new hellspawn call my mother. That, and I have been enumerating what I have to do to get this place baby-safe in seven months. Trouble is, when I start enumerating, there usually follows a buffer overflow then complete lock up, requiring a reboot. Life pops a DoS attack on my brain.

Also, some realizations have been hitting me. I can't swim in the pool naked anymore, nor can I walk around in the back yard doing the dans le nu, nor can I shower in my open air shower. Dammit!

In the course of all the enumerating I also count the things I want to do to improve the place. Things like; digging up the pool and making it rectangular instead of the "renal failure kidney" shape it is now. Honestly the ugly thing takes up the whole back yard and looks like a thousand-year-old alcoholic's liver.

I also want to build a deck, add on another story, tear out and rebuild the back two rooms.

There's a job. The person who lived here when I was living with my parents next door had three kids living with him when some other kids from a previous marriage decided they wanted to live with daddy instead of being beaten and abused by stepdaddy. Go figure. Anyhow, to accomodate the new arrivals, he converted the garage area into two rooms. The only problem...he was neither handy with woodworking tools, nor was he in any way approaching an electrician.

Well so...I have previously removed some of the more egregious insults to the construction gods well before we moved in here, things like the wooden floor covering the utility room concrete. Not that this was a bad idea, just that the incorrect placing of vapor barrier along with the fiberglas insulation placed in the floor joists in addition to the leak next to where he bricked up the back door led to mold, mold, mold.

I was sick for a week after cleaning that out. I love stachybotris.

The attic space above the two rooms is no better. There are bare wires hanging out of work boxes and all kinds of nasty, dangerous things. I am all about safe, organized and easy to maintain electrical work. I have wired buildings for VoIP and ethernet, including my home. I approach it professionally, with the future in mind. So, eventually I want to rip out the wiring and replace it with conduit for each wall, replace the work boxes and also turn the back room into the nerve center of the house. I already wired the main rooms with CAT5e ethernet as well as coax, so the back room will become my main room/lab/server room/game room. I am giving up the large bedroom for my hellspawn. I'm gonna be a great dad!